Empire /h.s/

sixteen

Harry

Jenny is pissed at me. More so than usual.

She told me that if I hadn't lied and pretended to be drunk the other night while showing up to Katherines, we wouldn't be in this situation. She said I was to blame for what happened. That it's my fault that Katherine is now tied up in this situation.

While she's not completely wrong, the thing is, the events of today were bound to happen at some point, I knew this. Jenny, on the other hand, really thought that we could keep Katherine in the dark while she continued to go about her work day. As if she didn't have criminals working around the clock around her.

I was planning on telling her. I didn't know when or how, but I knew I was. Unfortunately, she had to find out mostly on her own. Had she not shown up till she usually does, she would have gone about her day as normal. But instead, she had to take a look into the darkness, only seeing a small glimpse into the world I am in.

I can only imagine how terrified she was. It hurt me to think about the way she freaked out hard enough to pass out into Mikeys arms.

The only thing that hurt more was the look on her face after I told her. I never meant to lash out at her. It's like I have this switch that goes off, and I can never control what triggers it. It's like my body was physically there, but mentally I was back in London being threatened by my father. It was like I became the one thing I never wanted to be, and that was him. It was as if I was my father, and Katherine was me. Terrified for her life and what was to come.

After Jenny had returned, leaving Mikey at Katherine's to finish the task I asked him to do. She came charging at me, blowing up in my face, screaming about how angry she was. I just stood there and took the piss. Luckily I had calmed down enough after my blow up with Katherine to simmer down, or else I would have fought back. But I was so drained mentally from my switching moods, that I let her use me as her verbal punching bag.

Once she was satisfied with what she said, she went up to the room Katherine was in after I pointed her in the direction.

She's been up there for hours. She showed back up around noon, and it is now nearing eleven o'clock in the evening. The only times she left the room was to grab snacks and glasses of water. I wanted to give them space, so I've been sitting in the sunroom since, waiting until Jenny left.

I'm assuming Jenny has been talking her through everything. Explaining in a much calmer way than I did of the situation she has found herself in, and the company as a whole, knowing my anger got the best of me and I skipped out on minor details.

Jenny has to know by now that I didn't tell Katherine with a smile on my face. I've never been one for niceties, which is obvious. But I can only imagine what gave it away was Katherines face. She may not know it, but she shows every emotion through it.

I may have not known her for long but I can already pick up the small details of her thought process.

When she smiles really big, like she did when she was letting loose at the bar, her eyes squint. When she's shocked or surprised, like the way she was when I caught her in my office, her eyes bug out. When she's embarrassed, like she was when her brother told stories of her as a teen, the tips of her ears turn a slight pink. When she tries not to cry, like she was only this morning, her brows furrow, she bites her bottom lip, and blinks a lot to get rid of the moisture.

Being in the line of business that I am, I have to be able to tell what people are thinking without them using words. I do this just by looking at their faces and the expressions they make. A raised brow can be a challenge. Pursed lips can be a judgment. Squinted eyes could be a disagreement. Raised inner brow could be fear. Flared nostrils could be anger. Emotions can differ from person to person, but they relatively all have the same meanings.